’ ‘Are you mad?’ ‘Gerald is convinced there is a secret passage into the house,’ explained Roding. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. I am sorry to seem to hurt you, but all I say is for your good. Too much, perhaps. ‘Didn’t mean it, love. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. And more boys die than girls, so that the real disproportion among adults is even greater. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea.
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